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letra de remy rap - dj premier

[intro: remy ma]
with the def female
(remy, ma)

[verse 1: remy ma]
no lie, it’s only like five females in the game that can really rap
got followers and fame and a name so they thinking that
they can now be listed with the spitters, b-tch, imagine that
they talking ’bout your lace front when i say your sh-t is wiggity-wack
they know what’s gon’ happen to they ass if remy on the track
and no, i ain’t tryna be catty, they know they really lack
you assed out without your ass out, and that’s really facts
but if i say it, i’m a hater, i hear the chitter chat
they know that my pen is crazy but they don’t wanna give me that
every time i spit some sh-t, they saying that it’s really pap’
claim i can’t make a song but actually that’s really cap
had ’em: conceded, all the way up, and leanin’ back
i know they be popping sh-t, she only hot when remy crack
in my presence, they be on my d-ck like little jimmy hats
acting like i ain’t the reason that these b-tches can even rap
i’m also the reason y’all know these b-tches can’t even rap
tried to spread a rumor that i’m ugly, b-tch, i’m pretty black
then try to lie and paint an image that i’m really fat
ho, whenever i want, i can thirst trap
only thing fat is these pockets and this motherf-ckin’ kitty-kat
y’all be on some, “she hit me”, so i’ma hit her back
i be on some, “she hit me”, so now she gettin’ clapped
birds of a feather flock together, y’all be in a pack
and’ll do anything for the cheese, yeah, you been a rat
i rap when i wanna, i stopped to have my daughter
was flying pjs while y’all was wearing pajamas
and i’m signed to myself so they can’t jerk her
done caught more suits and cases than a tsa worker
motherf-cker
[verse 2: rapsody]
daughter of a gun (ah), i spit it like a bullet (yeah)
that’s literary caution, i should win me a pulitzer (facts)
i don’t show cards, i show face without the hoodie up (fact)
change my perspective, think like l. boogie does (uh)
i was never late (no) mm, y’all was just early (for real)
never fall short unless the shorts come with jersey (ball)
life never straight, that b-tch h-lla curvy (uh)
i’m my biggest fan, i wear my sh-t out like kirby (moss)
pi’erre, pi’erre, yeah i’m bubblin’ baby
never switch pockets, only refill ’em like dababy
wah-wah, y’all cry, i’m on a different tier (yeah)
we ain’t the same, me and you, we got some different fears (talk)
jerry lorenzo, this g.o.d. flow (talk)
word to the north star, i rep east coast (east coast)
road to success come with a bridge like e-foh (e-foh)
today they want a pill, but back then it was kilos
why preemo hit me? ’cause he know i’m dope (he know i’m dope)
rap like i got a big d-ck and n-ggas chokin’
never had an urge to be the wave, i’m the f-cking ocean (real sh-t)
if you can’t see that, then you just a blind turtle (haha)
huh, sh-ll shocked when i hit block-block
n-ggas know when i rhyme, it sound like a glock-glock
ask me where i’m headed, motherf-cker, to the top-top
can’t rain on my parade, ain’t no raindrop, drop
[outro]
remy, rap
remy, rap

remy, rap
remy, rap

- dj premier

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